Easy Reading Adult Books Novels & Stories

I could feel her heartbeat racing to match mine. “I’ve got something I think you’ll like,” she murmured, taking my hand and leading me to the back—the adult section, shelves stacked with DVDs of every fantasy. Her hips swayed as she walked; I couldn’t tear my eyes from the way her ass filled those jeans. She selected a case—two women tangled in ecstasy on the cover—and handed it to me. I barely glanced at it before her lips found mine.

Perfect. As I flipped through the chapters, the story heated up fast. The protagonist, a shy librarian much like me, was cornered in the stacks by a dominant stranger. His hands roamed her body without mercy, fingers teasing her nipples until they ached, then dipping lower to claim her wetness. I shifted on the couch, feeling that familiar tingle between my legs. God, why did these books always get me so worked up? My thighs pressed together instinctively, seeking friction.

That turned her on so much that she grabbed my hand and guided it to masturbate her under her dress or skirt. I learned that when sex becomes so easy to acquire (merely on a whim) it can get easy to take it for granted. But grandma doesn't let it become boring for either of us. She's an uninhibited freak who's game to try almost anything that doesn't involve pain. Her motto has always been: If it feels good, do it! That includes swinging.

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Bending my mouth down to her pussy and pushing her fingers aside, I say, "here, let me help you with that." "Help me with what?" asks Amber, a recently hired, red-haired, high school girl with teen sized tits and a dynamite little ass. Her question breaks me out of my reverie and I realize I've spoken out loud. "Uh...with those books," I say, pointing to the books in her arms and trying to recover quickly. "Here let me take some." I glance over at the enthralling woman still browsing the sexuality section. "Sure. Whatever," she says, handing me half her books but looking at me quizzically. "Are you okay?" she asks.

You've watched too many wolf movies! "No, I read the novel on your work desk. Don't you like reading books about wolves making love to humans? Beastiality, huh? Want to be eaten by a wolf? Want to be brutalized by an animal?" "That's absurd!" "Oh, my dear. Your taste in reading material will reveal what lies hidden within you. I'm sure you want to be ravished and pounded by a beast, or at least by a man as ruthless as a beast. I'm confident that I can brutalize you. Ah, it must be pleasurable to brutalize this chubby body of yours! Soft and arousing."

Only two seem to be nonfiction and self help books, yet when i check what content they will be self helping me with i feel surprise running through me. "The delicate art of seduction and manipulation." I fling that one to a corner of the room and pick up the other. "How to make men beg for a chance to fuck you." I fling that one even harder and it joins its partner on the floor near my wardrobe. There are four remaining. Four novels which I have two days to myself to devour. The smile that works its way up my face is radiant. I'm going to have such a good time.

The next day at work felt like absolute torture. I was the manager of Velvet Desires, an upscale adult store located in a quiet corner of the city. We sold high-end toys, luxurious lingerie, premium lubes, and everything a woman could possibly want to explore her deepest fantasies. Normally I loved my job. I helped shy customers find their first vibrator, recommended the perfect bullet for discreet public play, and smiled through awkward conversations with complete confidence. Today, however, I could barely concentrate on anything.

I grabbed my purse and headed out the door, turning back for my book on the kitchen counter; reading books will forever be my first love. At The Tasty Place Diner I found what might be my new inspiration. He was tall, almost roughed, not too soft. I don’t know what to make of what happened. “Mr. Blackwood,” he had signed my book; who was he? He was light skinned. I usually like men a shade closer to purple. His chest was broad, too broad. Usually my men are slimmer. He had lazy eyes that looked intense just when he needed them to be. Bedroom McDreamy eyes... And he smiled like a humming bird, glorious and slick.

My library professor whose deep commanding voice made my thighs clench during lectures. The man I’d fantasized about bending me over these very tables and fucking me senseless until I can’t remember my name. I opened the book, and the dedication page read: For those who crave quiet darkness.” My breath hitched. I flipped to the next page and started reading. “She knelt before him in the silence of stacks, skirts pushed high, panties already soaked. “Read it out,” He ordered. “Every filthy word, while I taste how wet you’ve become for me.”